Luyện nghe bài hát Insurance

Last night a trip down to the corner store
rolling papers, bag of chips, and a granola bar
Cruised the aisle for chocolate and coconut water
When he burst in told the to open the drawer
Stuck the piece to his as he insisted
"If you know good for you, I think that you should listen"
But he didn't, was resistant
That's when he the switch and said "I guess I'll pick off the store"
He turned around and the store with frantic eyes
Of course he on mine, I was the only one inside
Come on kid, it's to go for a ride
Flashed his piece and me and said don't you be nothing
Tied and blildfolded threw me in the
of gasoline and stale cigarette butts
I'm "fuck man, fuck man, this is just my luck"
My stomach me this be my last one
Think to myself what the hell I could done
Should run
Yeah I bet it a loaded gun
Breathing speeding up over 70
Settled on dead meat, even believe in heaven, B
Then 20 minutes at least, tires screech
Oh please, police, but my hope has weak
the trunk, "get up," he tells me
Walk a couple then throws me to my knees

- ZZ Ward]
I even try to hurt no one
See it ain't my finger on trigger
Visualize but I got none
Now I paid my but it just got bigger
Sirens shouldn't try to run
But it just got worse, now I just can't
It's a sitting on my back
The cops on me, yes I'll never be

Fresh]
Okay there's in my reefer raps
They getting across the map
I'm shit, take a lap
Sleeping on me, a nap
But know dreams about me bad
I'm awake getting money that you never had
I'm doing what I want so I ain't never sad
Do makes you happy even if it makes them niggas mad
And they gonna talk about you, at least you on their mind
Tell them to get off dick and to get up on that grind
Trying to up with me, they just gonna get left behind
Homie I'm the fast forward, make you to press rewind
I keep them on the chase, that I'm in first place
I keep up with my pace, you should your sneakers laced
We breaking ankles, crossing over, you can find
That up on me, Rolly homie, saying it's my time
And don't try to with my plans
Catch a bomb like you trying to take a run through Iran,

[Blu &
Damn, niggas shot
Them pos be up the team and shit is hot
For your home block it's no more and no more rock
My hurting, heard you eating, what you got
Driving in circles, a leaner with my watch
speed and fuck at the cops
I'll keep your watch, I'll steal it
And my Glock's out
Hawks caught us by the place where we were
And brought us in cause we have insurance, fuckers